I wake up to the morning sun,
And ask him why he woke me.
He teases me even more,
And shines his rays brightly.
I feel the wind and his warmth,
And ask him why he tickles me.
He goes away for a minute,
Then blows my hair forcefully.
I yawn at the sight of stars in the sky,
And ask them why they shine for me.
They wink at me and disappear behind the clouds,
And confuse me about their identity.
I close my eyes as the moon shimmers,
And I ask him why he seduces me.
He says he is the sun of the night sky,
And like people's hearts, changes frequently.
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